Waves move by the Current’s demands,
Without fail and without falter.
For the Current is strong and full of pride,
His thoughts and mind could not be altered.

He ruled the waves for years and years,
Morals and flaws never the question.
Many reveled in his wondrous glory,
Although he held an insatiable confession.

The Current, with a taste of theatricality,
Put on the most unparalleled of shows.
Although he was hiding a thought undetected,
Nothing could ever undress his minds clothes.

This thought had surfaced,
On the most holy of days.
The current was baffled,
In a magnificent way.